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His fingers slip beneath the waistband, and I'm suddenly aware that I am wearing the same simple, comfortable clothes I've been living in for weeks. I hadn't exactly dressed for seduction. I wish I'd done something different, worn something more beautiful.
Diego doesn't seem to mind.
He pushes my sweatpants down over my hips, and I lift to help him. The simple cotton underwear follows. Then his hands are back on me, tracing the line of my hips, the curve of my thighs.
He’s taking his time.
His gaze is fixed on my stomach, and I know what he's looking at. What I saw in the mirror earlier.
“It’s starting,” he says quietly.
I nod.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the slight curve.
A tear escapes and slides down my temple.
He looks up, concerned.
I shake my head. “It’s okay.”
He kisses my stomach again, then moves lower, his lips trailing a path down my body. I'm suddenly aware of every inch of space between us, every nerve ending coming alive in anticipation.
His hands part my thighs.
His breath is warm against my skin.
Then his tongue is on my pussy, and I gasp.
He knows exactly what to do, exactly how to touch me, exactly how to build me up until I’m writhing on the bed, my hands fisted in the sheets, my breath coming in ragged sobs.
I’m so close. I’m so, so close.
He doesn’t let me fall.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his face flushed, his eyes dark with desire.
“Diego,” I whimper. “Please.”
“What do you want, amore mio?”
“You. I want you.”
He smiles.
"You have me." Then he dips his head again, focusing on my clit with a new intensity. I feel the pressure building, a coil tightening deep inside me.
His fingers slide inside me.
"Diego," I cry out, sliding my hand into his hair.
He rolls his eyes up to look at me as he wrecks me with his mouth, his lips, his wicked tongue, and I know I'm done for.
Not just sexually but altogether. This man whom I love has claimed me in every way possible, and the only thing I can do is surrender to him.
And it's all I want to do.
His name leaves my lips again, a choked whisper as I arch my back and come against his mouth, the pleasure so intense, my body trembles.
